your father is dying on the other side of the world
and yet, the moon shines into our bedroom
my mother has broken her ankle and can’t walk the stairs
and yet, the moon dances between clouds
our daughter, plagued by night terrors, sweats in the sheets between us
and yet, the moon fills our room with brightness
our neighbor’s mosque was vandalized, dirty messages on the walls
and yet, the moon glows over both vandals and vandalized tonight
storms rage over violent seas, and fires burn across our hearts
and yet, the moon holds her place, steady in the night
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